The Incompleteness Has Been Remedied With a Partner in Crime

Lots of good things come by themselves: snowboards, radio singles, giant pretzels, and leather jackets.  All these things bring themselves into our lives with just..themselves. (Unless, of course, the pretzels come with a cup of that nasty cheese.) 
 However, awesome things come with a buddy: combat boots, tag team wrestlers, Will and Kate, mismatched pairs of socks...you get the idea.  This is why, for the increase of awesomeness in this blog, I have recruited a partner in crime.  ("Recruit" probably isn't the right word.  "Threat of severe bodily harm and/or mass production of embarrassing horror stories" is more accurate.) 
Dear people of the wide internet world, I introduce you to Dylan.  He has graciously agreed to bring his Twinkie-consuming, Pokemon-themesong-singing, mullet-wrestling self on our quest for adventures.  This means that, on the rare occasion that he using his time on the computer not playing WoW, he'll be assisting with post updates and accompanying me on wild adventures.  
On a side note, while I attempt to remain nondiscriminatory towards those who partake in "Alternative Food Choices", vegan cheese is disgusting.  There's no way to get around it.  It tastes like goat cheese and bacon had a baby, and that baby vomited.  I say this not to discourage those attempting a vegan lifestyle, but to warn you.  
Having brightened your day with my brilliant food reviews, I must excuse myself.  Dylan and I have begun a ridiculous contest involving sleep deprivation, ego inflation, and the title of All Time Champion and Ruler of the World, and I must dominate.  
XOXO
-Winter

...And so the madness begins

First of all, I suppose I should start with an introduction.  They're smiled upon in most English classes as the appropriate way to begin any piece of written work.  And while I'm not exactly one to do things just because they're met with approval, old habits are hard to break and good writing skills are something one should strive to achieve.  So, my name is Winter.  Winter Meadow, to be exact.  You can thank my snowboarding father for that one.  It's nice to meet you, magical internet world. 

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, it would appear that some kind of explanation is in order.  Why, you may ask, is she writing this? And to be perfectly honest, my exact motives aren't fully formed.  I can't claim hipsterness as the only person I know with a blog, because my best friend's eleven year old sister has one.   I can't use it as a place to vent my angst-filled teenage emotions, because that's what girlfriends are for.  (Repeat after me: The internet is not my diary. The internet is not my diary. The internet is not my diary.) I can't even use it as an outlet for really cool photography or inspiring quotes or drawings of kittens dressed up like Pokemon characters, because I have none of the above.  (Nor would I want them. Sorry, all Poke-fans. You'll have to search elsewhere.)  I guess I'm really here because, if I ever die having one of my wild adventures, I want people to be able to look at what I've written and say, "Wow.  She was completely her own person, and she didn't let norms and standards define her.  And look at her life-she rocked it!"  I want to set the standard of embracing your uniqueness, in a completely non-cliche, non-Seventeen way. And so, hapless innocents who have stumbled upon this page, I challenge you to join me in a quest for deviance, nonconformity, and adventure. Sometimes, I'm going to do things that won't make sense, and every once in a while I may be posting from the local emergency room or police station.  However, I can guarantee that each and every post will intrigue you, challenge you to think outside of your box, and introduce you to a world previously unknown. Welcome to my world. :)

XOXO

-Winter